With each word uttered, it took every last ounce of control living within Demi to avoid showing any kind of reaction on her face. While Lita’s back might have been turned to the camera, hers was not and no doubt whatever black clad idiot was monitoring her right now was studying ever last eyebrow raise or widening of her eyes. The only reaction she did allow herself was to laugh at her friend’s assertion that her credentials were in fact for real. “And here I was hoping to get a shady breast exam.”
Everything else was taking a little more time to register, questions arising in Demi’s mind the more she tried to piece together just how Lita got herself caught up with the Hellhounds. She understood that maybe, like Pete, Lita had been contacted to provide medical care. But why was she still tangled up with them, why was she so willing to risk her own safety to answer a medical request to the hellhole that was La Quinta if one was given. Which, that was a thing Demi doubted. Doctors were rare within the walls of the prison, her own injuries proving as such. The only time Reason paid any mind to the health or safety of the men and women within that place was if it was absolutely dire, like life or death shit.
Turning them so that now it was Demi’s back to the camera, she quirked her mouth up into a smile. “No, those men will find trouble without even having to look for it,” she paused. “Especially their hot headed ringleader.” And then as if a switch had been thrown things started to click into place, things Lita had said about her mystery man. Pieces that began falling into place now that she knew her friend had ties to the Hellhounds.
“Oh my god,” Demi breathed, grateful her back was still turned towards the camera. “Your hot Doritos guy is James.” This wasn’t said as a question, the certainty of her realization was absolute. Every vague thing Lita had ever said about her guy started to click into place, lining up and adding up to facts Demi already knew about Rodeo, because once she had been close enough to know them herself. Despite everything, despite the fact that Demi herself had moved on and loved someone else, there was still a tinge of jealousy that fluttered inside of her -- the kind most people felt upon seeing their ex having moved on as well.
Whatever she had just realized, it couldn’t be discussed here, not when Demi knew they were being monitored and scrutinized from behind that camera. So without explanation she reached out for Lita’s hand and began pulling her friend towards the only place that didn’t have a camera -- the bathroom. Her hope was that the action might read as romantic, that the idiot beyond the camera would just assume that Demi was exactly what everyone in the Capitol thought she was, a whore. One who was not only deeply involved with the man she was staying with, but also entangled with her doctor.
“They don’t have cameras in here,” Demi finally explained once she and Lita were safely behind the closed bathroom door. “So we're getting rid of some of this cloak and dagger bullshit,” At least where this conversation was concerned. “Which means now you and I can talk, so spill.”